the point.

so, recently, i've been inspired to write poetry due to the death of a very close friend of mine. she's in a better place now.

"the point."

and into the depths of what we think is real,

my guy and i run fearlessly through the trees

and we stare in awe at the big, bold sun and point at how the wind kisses the trees

nature meets and greets and says “hello, let us dance.”

and they do.

they spin pirouettes around each other,

they leap grand jetties and prance until their skin from their toes is gone and they take a deep breath

and fall to the ground in a triumphant finale of pinks and oranges

and then the theatre is dark while tiny little stars are twinkling in a standing ovation.

rest in peace, maggie.